Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.